2.5 stars. Ok story about a man who's lived in a graveyard in the Bronx for the past 20 years, keeping newly arrived ghosts company and eating food brought to him by a talking raven. It was also a story about the lies we tell ourselves and how hard it can be to face the truth. I felt it suffered from head hopping in the first half (probably due to some sort of omniscient narration, which I never do well with). At times it all seemed rather overwrought - but was that simply a product of being written in 1960? Anyway, since it took me over a month to get through, obviously I didn't find it a particularly compelling read.